Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountainside,
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying,
Tis you, it's you must go, and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!

If you should come, and all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the placе where I am lying,
And kneel and say an ave thеre for me.

And I will hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave shall warmer, sweeter be,
And you will fall and tell me that you love me,
And I will rest in peace until you come to me.

If I should live, and you should die for Ireland ,
Let not your passing thoughts be all for me,
But say a prayer that God will save our sireland,
I know he will, and he will set her free!

And I will take that pike that you held dearest,
And strike a blow, though weak that blow may be,
And it will serve the cause which you died, my love,
And I will live in peace until you come for me,
And I shall live in peace until God comes for me!.